Wednesday, August 4, 1999

Shopping Carts.

Seriously, what the fuck, Herkimer.
Can you not afford to go to "Some random store on Main street with half-busted baby shit" for great prices(See picture below) that even your pathetic welfare-collecting asses could manage to afford?


No, instead you liberate shopping carts to use to haul home your beer, canned cat food, diapers, and illegitimate biracial bastard children, all in one machine! What a wonderful invention this shopping cart is.

Ever think of bringing the fucking thing back the store you thieved it from, instead of just leaving it everywhere?
(True story, I've had to move shopping carts out of my driveway so I could drive my car out of it.)
Of course you wouldn't bring it back. When you walk your grubby ass back to the nearest store to pick up a cheap 6 pack of Keystone and a package of half-open hot dogs from the dumpster behind it, you can just take another shopping cart to cook your dinner on. See below.




Here's some candid photos of shopping carts hanging around Herkimer.

This poor shopping cart is all alone.


Aww, a little baby shopping cart.


Relaxing in the shade.

Going for an afternoon stroll.


This busy shopping cart had a second to pose for the camera.

Another lonely shopping cart on Main Street.


A rarity, I was lucky to get this next shot.
A shopping cart in it's natural habitit; Wal*Mart.

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